Peng Cuiying ladled out the chicken soup and handed it to Jiang Qiaoqiao with a flattering look. "Qiaoqiao, come on, have a taste. This is an old hen that Mom bought at the market early this morning. I specially simmered it over low heat. It's the most nourishing. See if it suits your taste."

Jiang Qiaoqiao looked at the bowl of golden chicken soup and felt only irony.

In her past life, she had indeed longed for Peng Cuiying's bowl of chicken soup.

Back then, she had an incredibly difficult time with the Qin family. Occasionally, when the Jiang family needed her to return, Peng Cuiying would always stew an old hen for her.

But whether it's chicken or chicken soup, it will always belong to Jiang Yiran.

She won't even get a bite of the scraps.

Looking at Peng Cuiying's ingratiating face, she said coldly, "No need. I've gained five pounds since we got married, I don't need to eat any more."

Jiang Jiahua looked somewhat embarrassed.

Peng Cuiying was a little angry. "Jiang Qiaoqiao, can you not be so ungrateful? I admit I wasn't good to you in the past two years, but we, as your parents, have already humbled ourselves and begged you so much. What more do you want?"

"Of the five of you siblings, you're the only one who never speaks up. If you don't tell us, how are we supposed to know you're wronged? You have a mouth, but you're like a mute. Who can you blame?"

"Who are you calling mute?" As soon as Peng Cuiying finished speaking, Yang Jianguo couldn't contain his anger and rushed out with his fists clenched.

Huo Beixiao also stepped in front of Jiang Qiaoqiao, protecting her behind him. He looked at Peng Cuiying with a sharp gaze and said, "Qiaoqiao told you once not to bother her again. Get out!"

Peng Cuiying was jolted awake by Huo Beixiao's oppressive aura, instantly regaining her senses. "Beixiao, that's not what I meant... Qiaoqiao..."

Peng Cuiying didn't know what was going on. She had clearly thought things through and prepared herself mentally before coming.

But she really gets angry whenever she sees Jiang Qiaoqiao.

Especially when she saw Jiang Qiaoqiao's expression, as if they owed her something, she couldn't control her temper, and in the heat of the moment, she started saying things like...

She didn't know how to explain it for a moment.

He subconsciously looked at Jiang Jiahua.

Jiang Jiahua glared at Peng Cuiying, then smiled apologetically at Jiang Qiaoqiao, "Qiaoqiao, Dad knows you've suffered a lot these past two years, and you must be upset. We neglected your feelings before, and now your parents know we were wrong. Your mother is all bark and no bite; she was just anxious and said those blaming things to you, so don't take it to heart."

No matter what, we are still your parents. We're family, blood is thicker than water. You have to give us a chance so we can make it up to you, right?

Yang Jianguo clenched his fists even tighter, his forearm muscles bulging, and he looked furious, ready to kick people out.

Jiang Qiaoqiao stopped him, her gaze sweeping over Jiang Jiahua and Peng Cuiying. "Do you really want to make amends?"

Jiang Jiahua's eyes lit up, and he quickly nodded, "Of course it's true. Qiaoqiao, your father and I were blinded by greed before, which is why we only thought about being good to that ungrateful Jiang Yiran and neglected you. That won't happen again. Only you are your father and mother's biological daughter."

Jiang Qiaoqiao nodded, "Yes, Dad, since you know how much I've suffered these past two years and want to make it up to me, I happen to have something I'd like to ask for your help with. Can you help me?"

Jiang Jiahua and Peng Cuiying exchanged a glance and immediately asked warily, "Wh...what kind of help?"

Jiang Qiaoqiao blinked, her eyes already red. "Mom and Dad, you both know about Beixiao buying the cement factory. To buy it, we not only emptied our savings but also borrowed a lot of money. In the end, we still couldn't raise enough, so we even borrowed 2,500 yuan at a high interest rate."

Mom and Dad, when Jiang Yiran opened her supermarket, she borrowed 2,500 yuan in high-interest loans, which you helped her pay off. Now, can you help your own daughter pay it off?

Otherwise, I really would have been driven to my death by those loan sharks, sob sob sob..."

Jiang Jiahua's face stiffened.

They were so humble and obsequious to Jiang Qiaoqiao just to get money from her so they could send it to their eldest son to buy a house and get married.

Now Jiang Qiaoqiao is not only complaining about being poor to them, but also asking them to help her pay off her high-interest loans?

Peng Cuiying's expression immediately changed, and she angrily retorted, "Jiang Qiaoqiao, you fucking idiot! You don't have any money, but you're trying to put on a show. If you're so capable, go ahead and borrow money from loan sharks; pay it back yourself. It's none of our business..."

"Smack!"

Before Peng Cuiying could finish her rant, Jiang Jiahua slapped her hard across the face, yelling, "Shut up!"

Peng Cuiying covered her face, looking at Jiang Jiahua in disbelief, and said angrily, "What's wrong with you? She herself is in debt to loan sharks, and you still expect her to give money to buy a house for the eldest son?"

"So the reason you came to curry favor with Qiaoqiao was to get her to give money to your eldest son to buy a house. Do you have any shame?" Yang Jianguo was so angry that the veins on his forehead were bulging.

While at the hospital, Jiang Qiaoqiao said that their change in attitude towards her was mostly for money.

But when the couple came today, he felt the same way as Lin Xiaohui: Qiaoqiao was their biological daughter, and they must have some feelings for her. Maybe this time they really regretted their actions.

But unexpectedly...

Jiang Jiahua was also so angry that he pointed at Peng Cuiying with his finger.

How could he have married such an idiot!

Peng Cuiying realized she had let something slip, and shrank back, not daring to speak again.

Jiang Jiahua also knew that this was not the time to reprimand his wife; he had to calm Jiang Qiaoqiao down first.

"Qiaoqiao, don't listen to your mother's nonsense. Dad never intended to ask you for money to buy your older brother a house. Dad really wants to make it up to you. But you know that last time our family helped your sister pay off that 2,500 yuan debt, it was all borrowed, and it was your second brother who paid it off when he came back. Now you want so much money again, Dad really doesn't know where to get it from!"

As Jiang Jiahua spoke, his face contorted in a rare display of distress.

Jiang Qiaoqiao nodded with red eyes, "Yes, Dad, I believe you didn't intend to exploit me to buy a house for my older brother. Can you help me think of a way to help me?"

Or you could find someone to help me borrow this money first. Once Beixiao takes over the cement plant and it's profitable, I will definitely repay you with interest.

Peng Cuiying immediately wanted to stand up and scold Jiang Qiaoqiao, but before she could say anything, Jiang Jiahua glared at her, signaling her to shut up.

She could only shut up and retreat to the side, feeling dejected.

Jiang Jiahua looked at Jiang Qiaoqiao with a resolute expression and said, "Qiaoqiao, don't worry, Dad won't stand by and watch those loan sharks bully you. Dad will go back and help you figure something out. Wait for Dad..."

As he spoke, he scolded Peng Cuiying, "Aren't you coming back with me to help Qiaoqiao borrow money? What are you still standing here for?"